Meghan Victoria Fay (forgottenorkney) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-11-08 21:34:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Current music: | Damien Rice ~ Older Chests |
Entry tags: | gary wilkinson, meghan fay |
Paintings (Closed RP)
Okay, so maybe getting picked up on the street by a strange person and told they were going to make you into a model was, like, the very definition of scam artist behavior, but Meg still found herself getting ready with extra care that morning. Sure, she might be about to get raped and killed and chopped into little pieces, but at least her hair would look decent. And really, she trusted Gary. Stupid to do so with no real reason, but her gut said he was Good People and Meghan had to stop watching Dateline and actually have a life at some point, right? Surely not everyone who gave the same scary lines was actually a rapist.
Knocking on Gary's door, Meghan adjusted her coat sleeves, hoping she'd done this right. Dressed pretty typically in a long black skirt, gathered with ruffles, very Victorian, and a long-sleeved black top, Meghan didn't know what about her screamed paint me, but there you go. At least she was dressed up! Kind of. And she'd kept the jewelry to a minimum. Just a beaded chain necklace and her lip ring. Which was kind of part of the deal, sadly.
Eh, if he hated it, he could just tell her to leave. Not that she'd been looking forward to this. Cause she hadn't. It'd just be a nice break in between working and waking up with a profound sense of loss. Some nights she'd be screaming Oliver's name (only not really his name, but that was just one of those weird dream things, like how she was always blonde in her dreams, and always wore dresses), some nights it'd be other people, and she'd wake up with tears on her cheeks from weeping for them. They were stupid nightmares, probably stress-induced, but still, not fun at all.
God, she just really hoped this turned out well and not some cautionary tale against befriending ax murderers.